No Ryan, no teddy bear for you 'til you update! Hear that Ed? Don't you be giving him one now!
I'll be eagerly awaiting the next update, and a sollution to this particular cliff-hanger. The scene with Camila was just sooo cute!

Well... You never said which color you wanted Ryan.
And Kate, it's kinda tough to keep him away from Lisa's teddy bear bin when he has co-ownership access to it, and almost anything else of Lisa's, due to their partnership on a fanfic long forgotten when the Muppets were traveling through time.

But you're on notice Mr. Prawny... No sneaking into the teddy bear bin until you update.

"Si, si! Five sixes I swear, hokay?" Pepe said arguing his poker hand.

"That is undeniably the biggest lie I have ver heard!" Sam the American Eagle shouted, holding a hand of playin gcards as well.

"No way bird brain," Pepe said. "I have dem, right here, hokay?"

Link Hogthrob pushed back in his chair, "Well, there goes my rare collection of Bavarian chocolates," he moaned, leaving the table.

"En spoot dee fluer de Svedish meatbools!" The Swedish Chef said, slamming his cards on the table and walking away.

"Let me see those cards!" Sam Eagle demanded.

"Hokay big bird, but I think jou'll be upset," Pepe said handing Sam the cards.

Sam looked at the cards and shifted his eyes to Pepe. "This is a hand of four nines and one six you simpleton!"

Pepe looked at the cards over Sam's shoulder. "Si, dis is what I said, hokay?"

"Unbelievable!" Sam said as he slapped his head.

Kermit walked by the table of card players with his cup of coffee and shook his head. "Not even in a hospital," he muttered.

He returned to the seating area where Miss Piggy, Fozzie, Scooter, Clifford, Rizzo and Rowlf were sitting, along with Sweetums sprawled out on a couch sleeping, with Robin doing the same on his chest.

Scooter yawned. "It's getting late Kermit," he said.

Kermit nodded as he took a seat next to Piggy and Fozzie. Fozzie put his arm on Kermit's shoulder. "We can always come back tomorrow."

Kermit looked around the waiting area at the Muppet crew. Pops the doorman was asleep in a chair next to Beauregard, who kept wiping up the drool as it fell from his mouth. Dr. Bunsen Honeydew was carefully attatching a make-shift jet pack onto his reluctant assistant Beaker. The Electric Mayhem band was practicing with the instruments Animal had drug in from their bus, of course now Animal was trying to eat the instruments, as Floyd pulled his chain in prevention.

Then, Kermit looked to the hospital staff who were desperately attempting to keep up with the insanity ensuing in their lobby. "Maybe you're right Fozzie," Kermit finally said to the bear.

Just then, a nurse walked up to the party with her hair matted and tangled. "Excuse me Mr. the Frog, but visiting hours are over, you'll have to take your party and go, please!" she begged.

"WO-MAN! WO-MAN!" Animal shouted as he ran up and attacked the nurse. The nurse shrieked and ran off, and Animal followed.

"Come on man, get back!" Floyd shouted. "Yo green stuff, mind if I take Animal out for a walk?"

Kermit stood up, "Well, we'll all be heading out for a walk Floyd, I know this might shock you," Crazy Harrry popped up behind a chair.

"Did somebody say shock?!" he shouted, pressing down on a dynamite plunger, causing an explosion in one of the nurses offices.

Kermit scrunched up his face. "But we have to leave before anything worse happens.

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Gonzo tried to explore the vast, dark area he was stuck in, but he couldn't find anything but more blackness. For hours he floated in search of something, anything, that could help him out of here. He hated being alone. He always had.

Gonzo sighed. He searched his mind for songs about being alone. He needed something to pass the time. He vaguely remembered a song, one that wasn't truly of this world, a song from another world on this world. One inside a hole in a wall in a man's workshop.

"Well, when the path is steep and stonyAnd the night is all around," he began to sing.

"And the way that you must take is far awayWhen your heart is lost and lonelyAnd the map cannot be foundHere's a simple little spell that you can say:

"You've got to face facts, act fast on your ownPreperation, perspiration, dynamite determinationPack snacks, make tracks, all aloneDon't be cute. Time to scoot.Head out to your destination

"Chase the future, face the great unknown!" he sang, finishing the song.

The light that had transported him earlier reappeard, this time spitting something out instead of taking Gonzo in. From the light emerged two fish type creatures, swimming in the air towards Gonzo.
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"Mister Gonzo!" they both shouted.

Gonzo squinted at the things, "Are you-"

"Cosmic Knowledge Fish!" one of them said. It was true, the two creatures were the same fish type creatures Gonzo had encountered seven years ago, before meeting his alien family. One was somewhat pink, the other bule-ish.

"Yeah!" Gonzo grinned. "What's going on? Why am I here?"

"Oh, that is a very simple question!" the pink one said.

"And a very simple question deserves a very simple answer," the other answered.

They both looked at each other. "Now..." the pink one said looking around. "Where are we?"

The two fish nodded. "Your latest stunt put you into a, how you say, deep sleep."

"But...I could've died?" he asked, as if just now realizing that he put his life on the line in each stunt he ever performed.

"Yes, and a lucky thing you didn't!"

"Mm, yes if you had, your people would have had no way to defeat the alien overlords threatining their planet!"

"What?" Gonzo asked. But it was too late, the Cosmic Knowledge Fish had vanished. Gonzo looked everywhere, but they were nowhere in sight. "No! Nooo! Come back! I don't want to be alone!" he shouted into the darkness.

Fozzie nodded and entered his studebaker. He started the engine and closed the door.

Kermit watched once more as his last friend drove away back to the Muppet Boarding House. But, Fozzie wasn't truly his last friend. Kermit began to walk down the sidewalk leading away fromt he hospital. His last friend couldn't come to the hospital with them, he was bound by rules because he was not living. It was time to see Uncle Deadly.

Kermit made his way through the town, admiring the various stores and businesses along the way. But the most admirable of the structures in the town was of course the tall neon "MUPPET" sign above the Muppet Theater. the red letters each lit up after the other in the dark summer night.

Kermit walked to the alley on the right of the theater, his business was not inside. He climbed the ladder hung on the side of the wall to the roof of the old building. Kermit climbed to the top, watching a step that he had learned before was loose. When he reached the top he looked around the roof. A small section was lit up by the red neon sign on the theater, the rest was pitch black.

Behind Kermit, a figure rose from the shadows. It reached out a clawed blue hand with a finger extended. It tapped Kermit's shoulder.

Kermitw as so shocked that he left the roof and yelped. He turned around and saw the blue dragon-like creature. Kermit sighed in relief at his phantom friend. "Oh Uncle Deadly, it's just you."

Uncle Deadly struck a match and held it up to his face, "We really need to get some lights up here," the phantom said. Kermit smiled at the spook's witty attitude. "Come my friend, let us reconvene elsewhere."

Uncle Deadly lifted a wood panel ont he roof revealing a set of stairs leading downward. Uncle Deadly grabbed a torch and extended his arm motioning for Kermit to lead down the stairs. Kermit did, and descended the flight down into Uncle Deadly's private quarters. Inside were two tattered and torn magenta armchairs, a table with a cracked tea set on it and a small makeshift bed. "Make yourself at home frog," Uncle Deadly said, motioning for Kermit to take a seat.

Kermit did as he was invited and sat in the under stuffed chair. Uncle Deadly walked over to the table and poured tea into two of the china cups. "Green tea?" Uncle Deadly asked Kermit. Kermit took the cup and sipped it slowly. "I thought you might, it does suit you." Uncle Deadly sat in the other armchair drinking the tea as well. "You are wondering about your friend the weirdo I assume?" the phantom asked.

Kermit set the tea on the arm of the chair and nodded. "Is he going to be okay?" Kermit asked.

Uncle Deadly took another drink of his tea. "I'm not sure," Uncle Deadly said. "But I have not heard anything from Death regarding a long nosed blue creature," Uncle Deadly smiled.

Kermit sighed, not even Uncle Deadly could tell him. "Uncle Deadly, were...Were you there? Did you see it happen?" Kermit asked.

Uncle Deadly looked up from his teacup. "Where else could I have been Kermit?" he asked. "But yes, I did indeed see it happen."

Kermit rubbed his eye, "I only wish I could have been."

"You do know how it happened, do you not?"

Kermit shook his head. "I didn't think to ask anyone at the hospital."

Uncle Deadly clawed the armchair in anger. "Gonzo's cannon fired disproportionally, Sweetums slipped on a puddle of water, knocking the cannon off kilter so to speak."

Kermit gulped, "Was it that rough?"

"He blew through the brick wall under the balcony."

Kermit sighed, he stood up from his chair and looked directly at Uncle Deadly. "Thank you Uncle Deadly, I know you don't enjoy involving yourself with us, and I know you don't really care for Gonzo, or any of us, but-"

"You thought that cruel old Uncle Deadly doesn't want safety for his family? That cruel old Uncle Deadly enjoys seeing people suffer and being in pain?" Uncle Deadly said, standing up from his chair as well. "Do you know what it's like, not to be able to see yoru family at all points in the day? What it's like to see them injured and not see them heal? No frog, you wouldn't! You are not trapped here Kermit!" Uncle Deadly threw his arms out to his sides. "Because I could not be there to see Gonzo meet his family you assume I do not care?

"Uncle Deadly I'm sorry, I had no idea!" Kermit said as he cowered beneath the phantom's rage.

Uncle Deadly saw his friend as he buckled underneath him. Uncle Deadly began to calm down at the sight. "Of course not Kermit," he exhaled deeply. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It is not your fault that I put on the act I do. That I don't show how much I really do care for all of you, each and every one." Uncle Deadly extended his palm to Kermit. "I do care. Really I do."

Kermit rushed past his hand and gave the phantom a hug. Uncle Deadly looked down at Kermit and patted his back. "I'll let you know if I hear more of Gonzo's condition my friend."

Kermit let go of him. "Thank you Uncle Deadly. You always do come through for us."

Uncle Deadly smiled. "Thank you my fiend. Now, you better return hom before the twilight ends, that's when the town looks its best."

Kermit nodded and left Uncle Deadly's private area returning to the roof of the theater. He climbed back down the ladder to the alley below, and began his walk home to the Muppet Boarding House. He looked about the town once more. All of the street lights shining down on the road, some stores and buisnesses with lights on their signs. "You're right Uncle Deadly," Kermit whispered. "This is the most beautiful time," the frog said before walking away.​

Gonzo sat alone in the dark area still. He was pndering what the Cosmic Fish of Knowlege had said to him. "My people need me..." he said to himself. "But, what about my friends, they need me too. And Camilla..." he scratched his head. "What if I don't come back...I can't keep risking my life like this."

For a moment he recalled most of his stunts, now it was obvious to Gonzo how dangerous his feats truly were. He was lucky that he wasn't dead. It couldn't go on, he decided. It had to stop, "From this day forward," he announced to no one. "I, the Great Gonzo, shall no longer perform death defying stunts and feats of daring.

As if on cue, the light returned, this time brighter than ever before. A tall cloaked figure emerged from the light. It floated its tall form towards the weirdo.

Gonzo shuddered. "Are you...Are you Death?" he asked.

The figure shook its cloaked head and pointed to an area in the blackness, from the black came Gonzo himself, dressed as Charles Dickens with Rizzo, who was gnawing an apple as they appeared on some sort of screen.

Gonzo gasped in realization. "You're the Ghost of Christmas yet to Come!" the specter nodded. "But it's July," Gonzo said. The figure pointed to Gonzo. "Wait...You must be here...Are you here to show me what's yet to come from me?"

The ghost nodded again and pointed back to where Charles Dickens Gonzo stood. FWOOSH. The picture changed. Gonzo watched as Robin the Frog cowered in front of a large shadow. FWOOSH. The door leading into Muppet Labs fell to the floor. FWOOSH. Fozzie, Piggy, Pepe, Rizzo and Animal were trapped behind a cage of lasers. FWOOSH. Gonzo llooked away from the screen and to the ghost. "I have to know, are these things that will happen if I do go to help my family, or things that will happen if I don't?

The ghost looked at Gonzo and then turned to the screen, he pointed his long blue finger out one last time.

Gonzo sat up in the hospital bed, inside the dark hospital room, his eyes shot open.

"KERMIT!"

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Kermit walked up the porch stairs leading into the Muppet Boarding House. Through the window he could see a light on in the living room. He opened the door and heard a tune coming from the living room. Kermit walked in and saw Rowlf sitting at the piano in the corner of the room playing a song. ​

Rowlf turned around and saw Kermit. "Hey Kermit."​

"Hiya Rowlf," Kermit said leaning on the doorway. "What are you still doing up?"​

"Someone had to wait up for you, and me and the piano had a little date anyway," Rowlf played a cord. "How're you doin'?"​

"I'm okay Rowlf, but, uh, I think I just wanna head on to bed."​

Rowlf shook his head. "No you don't."​

Kermit looked at him puzzled. "I...Don't?" Kermit asked.​

Rowlf shook his head again and played the piano while he talked. "Call it a natural animal instinct," he said. "But I know you don't just wanna go up to bed without talking."​

Kermit smirked and sat down on the piano bench with Rowlf. "You know me too well Rowlf."​

Rowlf smiled. "So what's on your mind Kermit?"​

"Same thing," Kermit sighed. "Gonzo, I'm just so worried about him. Worried about when he'll be better, if he'll be better, what we'll do if he isn't better."​

"Why Kermit?" Rowlf asked.​

"Why Rowlf?" Kermit asked, confused.​

Rowlf played a familiar tune on the piano. "Why are there so many songs about rainbowsAnd what's on the other sideRainbows are visions but only illusionsAnd rainbows have nothing to hide​

"Who said that every wish would be heard and answeredWhen wished on the morning starsSomebody thought of thatAnd someone believed itLook what it's done so far."​

Kermit smiled and began to agree with his old friend and decided to sing along. "What's so amazing that keeps us star gazingAnd what do we think we might seeSomeday we'll find itThe Rainbow ConnectionThe lovers, the dreamers and me."​

"All of us under it's spell, we know that it's probably magicHave you been half asleepAnd have you heard voicesI've heard them calling my name," Rowlf and Kermit harmonized.​

"Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailorsThe voice might be one in the same," Rowlf sang.​

"I've heard it too many times to ignore itIt's something that I'm s'possed to be," Kermit replied.​

Rowlf chuckled, "Yeah Kermit go on, I'll see you bright 'n' early to go and see Gonzo?" Rowlf asked.​

"You bet Rowlf," Kermit said as he walked up the stairs to his bedroom, he stopped halfway, looked down at the stair, and then back to Rowlf. "Hey Rowlf?"​

Rowlf looked up from the keys. "Yeah Kermit?"​

"Thanks again."​

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Inside a cleverly disguised cement factory, a large blue furry creature sat at a desk in a black suit. He had some purple hair sticking out of the top of his head, and a bottom lip that stuck up to where his nose would be, although he didn't have one. His large lip had one tooth on the right side and a tuft of purple hair forming a beard.​

"Clyde!" the Muppet shouted.​

A smaller pink Muppet with a long beak, droopy eyes and magenta hair came fumbling into the room. "Y-Y-Yes B-B-Butch-I mean boss-Boss Butch...Yes?" he asked.​

"Did you find the file I asked for?" the Muppet named Butch asked.​

"Yeah, uh huh, uh huh, it's right here!" Clyde said handing Butch a file folder with a large red "TOP SECRET" stamp on the front.​

"Great! You finally did something right shorty," Butch said opening the folder up and shuffling through the papers. "Hey, look at this," Clyde walked around to the other side of the desk. "Says here that Ed Singer was hot on the case of one 'Gonzo the Great' a self-proclaimed alien, before he mysteriously disappeared. He hasn't been heard from in seven years."​

"Ooh, that's cool! What's it say about the alien?" Clyde asked as he peered over Butch's shoulder.​

Butch looked down at him and pushed his head off of his shoulder. Clyde stood up and dusted himself off. "Says that the alien returned hime to 44 Bronson Lane where he lives in a big boarding house with a buncha furry things."​

"You really talk too much, you know that?" Butch said. He turned back to the papers, "Says the bear quit here and C.O.V.N.E.T. and now lives at the same boarding house with the alien."​

"Well," Clyde said walking back to the front of the desk. "That's pretty cool, ah well, it's quitting time Butch, I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" Clyed said as he punched the clock near the exit.​

"Hold up small fry!" Butch said as he jumped in front of his pink sidekick. "I think I feel a plan formin' here. So, instead of coming back here to work tomorrow morning, meet me at this 44 Bronson Lane place, got it?"​

Good chapter. The scenes with The Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come...
Spooky... The first, a reference to Sara's Remembering The Good Times and the third a reference to The Revenge of Elmo?
Not sure what the other two were referencing to though.

Butch and Clyde... Good new additions, and you captured the dynamic between the bully and his underling quite well.
Looking forward to more when you can.